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Biker Girls v Nerds (2)

The Gals get the giggles, Barry splashes out and p gets an eyeful

Look, me and L had just two small glasses of wine before hitting the dungeon. We were'nt p*ssed. You can't accuse me of being drunk in charge of a dildo, constable. It was just high spirits, girly camraderie and two naked men sucking Ladyc*ck that led to us getting hysterics and totally losing our shit.

It didn't help that the d*cks we'd purchased were very veiny and realistic. We made the boys strap them on for us and kneel side by side as we fed them into their gaping maws and gave the order to start worshipping. I announced another contest, this time to see who was the best and most enthusiastic sucker.

It also turned into a contest to see which of me and L could do the most outrageous 'boy' dialogue to encourage their performance: you know the sort of thing I'm talking about: suck it good , baby, take it all, you know you want it (yawn). Except it wasn't a yawn when we were doing it, it was bloody hilarious (if I say so myself)!

We were both getting completely carried away - I actually discovered later that I chipped one of p's teeth, or at least knocked off a pre-existing cap - and I could feel a big laugh bubbling away inside of me, when suddenly I rammed my d*ck down p's throat (probably that was what did the dental damage) and cried "SUCK IT, NERD!"

Well, L just erupted with laughter and I followed straight after, jiggling the strap-on about so much at the back of p's gob I had to snatch it out before I choked him! L was the same and we just had abandon mock fellatio for a spell as we first collapsed onto one another, then had to go and sit down to have a little laugh-cry.

At one point, L set us off again when, wiping her eye, she mumbled that she thought she might have wet herself. "First Barry, now you?" I said, incredulously and the giggles, which had just subsided, rose up again as we sat there, our 'cocks' shaking uncontrollably. They boys were laughing too, though far more discreetly.

We decided to abandon the foreplay and go direct to dual action sodomy, with both boys bent over the whipping bench, side by side - at least initially; after a while, I suggested (as I had done in vain previously) that we make them face one another across the bench and this time L agreed. Bad girl.

It wasn't entirely successful, as their heads were down and their eyes closed much of the time and we could see one another better; which nearly started us off laughing again, each seeing the other pumping away at their slave's arse with grim (or not so grim) determination. We made them look at each other a few times, though.

It must have been quite humiliating for them, as they were in considerable discomfort and pulling all sorts of funny faces. It was amusing to see them, but also hot to see your partner mercilessly f*cking them from behind. Happily, they were both brave boys and took it well, even if they were walking a bit bandy afterwards.

As they were now well and truly f*cked, it was time for us girls to have a bit of fun for a change. As L was sort of a guest, I let her take the oral chair and I took the throne (which doesn't have a facility for oral - V missed a trick there). It wasn't half so comfortable, especially for poor p, who had to contort himself, but still brought me off royally.

I offered L the use of p when she'd finished with Barry, but she declined. Barry has either improved a lot or L has been taking acting lessons, as she was, shall we say, most demonstrative in her pleasure. I couldn't see her face, but I could hear her moaning and gasping and she seemed to be having a wonderful time.

When me and p had cleaned up, I discretely checked in on her and was surprised to see the double-crossing minx masturbating Barry, who had his eyes closed and a blissful look on his little red face.

"Oi!" I exclaimed, "We said no release for the boys!"

Barry opened his eyes wide. Apparently, he didn't get the e-mail and he was crest-fallen when L stopped moving her hand.

"Oh come on, N, don't be mean..." pleaded L.

"Don't be mean?" I replied, somewhat exasperated. "Do you even know what BDSM stands for? Bondage, domination, sadism and masochism. Hang on, I've got a great idea!"

I took p aside and went into a little huddle with him.

"I want you to do something for me", I whispered. "You don't have to do it. I'll give you a free pass on this one if you want, but I want you to do it for me and I'd be very impressed if you did".

He knew by that it was going to be something he really would not like to do. He asked what I had in mind.

"I want to see Barry come in your face", I said, Nothing like the direct approach, is there?

He sort of winced; he didn't like the sound of that, but he really wanted to please me, as he always does.

"Just in the face? You won't make me swallow it?" I assured him it wouldn't go any further. He didn't seem entirely convinced, but meekly nodded and said "Okay". I smiled and kissed him on the forehead; then I went to explain my idea to L, changing my beneficent Mistress smile to a wicked, mischievous one.

"No! Oh N, we can't.." That was L's initial reaction, which was promising as it sounded liked she'd like to if only I could persuade her it was okay. I stressed that p had consented and suggested that it would give a delightfully twisted edge to Barry's release and a provide a fitting finale to our session.

L clearly wanted to see the show, but thought she should check with Barry, who would be delivering the denouement. His eyes said "Wow", but he too sought assurance that p was on board. On receiving it, he assented. L started masturbating him from behind, while I had p kneel in front of him and pushed his face into the firing line.

After a few minutes of skilful manipulation, I could see Barry going off to Dreamland and I held p in place, my heart thumping rapidly in anticipation of the pay-off. I knew p would hate this, but I also knew he wanted to do it for me regardless; and that made it so, so hot. I was thrilled to watch him degrade himself for me.

Inevitably, Barry's c*ck twitched and spurted its goo. I held p's head firmly, so his face caught each spattered drop. Barry opened his eyes, looked briefly down at p, then looked away. I pulled p's head back so L could see it; adding a long dribble of spit, I grinned and said to my lovely, obedient p: "Good slave. Go clean yourself up".

I think L and Barry felt a bit uncomfortable with what had happened at first; until they saw me with p afterwards, stroking his hair and telling him I was proud of him for obeying me, despite his feelings of shame and disgust; him on his knees, sincerely thanking me for the 'privilege'. Then I think they understood that it was beautiful after all.

N x

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[Top pic from Princess Honey's X blog, all4honey - DELETED AS TUMBLR DEEMED EXPLICIT; bottom is a caption from an unknown source that p has had for ages]

Stop press: I will be producing one more separate post about the rest of our weekend; expect sexy and amusing, but not an orgy. The next day was a Sunday, after all.

Pro-tip: When he's locked in chastity but fucking you real good with the strap on, say something like... "feels so good I'm never letting you out again!" for the absolute best fuck of your life. Drives all his desperation straight into your orgasms.

i think that, in retrospect, the nsfw ban in fact increased the baseline amount of horny on this website

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You don’t even control what arouses you any longer. I do. I train. I condition, I shape and I break. Maybe you’ll end up begging for feet, perhaps long painted nails will make you leak. A bare shoulder, the sound of heels. I decide. You leak. You, beta, obey. You get triggered. You get owned.

Life of A Drone:

Originally part of a Public Awareness campaign to deter rampant, unlicensed HomeDrone use the advertisement unfortunately had unforeseen consequences.

Designed to highlight the loss of self that is the inevitable result of conversion, the add depicts a young woman, in a fit of rebellion against her parents, hastily subjecting herself to a bootleg HomeDrone kit. As each piece is added the manic emptions of the subject seem to calm until, as the hood finally slides over her head, there is no sensation at all except for a fascination of itself and a need to obey. When word broke that, rather than special effects, a subject had actually undergone the HomeDrone process as part of taping and that the oblivion viewers saw in the final frame was genuine requests for bootleg kits skyrocketed.

If you are worthy of my service show me your cage!!

I can’t help but smile when I think about absolutely owning my husbands ass for the rest of his life.